Siheyuan: I am the seventh uncle of Banggen

In fact, Huang Shengli's case was very easy to investigate. After the vendors who delivered vegetables to the factory were arrested, they confessed immediately that they were using third-grade vegetables to pass off as first-grade vegetables. The difference in price was split 50-50 between Huang Shengli and the vendors, and this practice had been going on for two years.

Xing Baoguo led people to search Huang Shengli's home and seized more than 20,000 yuan in cash and a box of large goldfish.

"Comrades, who could have imagined that a small canteen director could embezzle so much money? It is so heartbreaking," Yang Weihua said at a meeting of middle-level cadres at the steel mill.

"More than 20,000 yuan, plus a box of ten bars of gold weighing more than 300 grams. To be honest, Huang Shengli is much richer than me, the factory director. Several of us in the entire team are considered to have high salaries in the factory, but all of us combined are not as rich as Huang Shengli. What does this show? While we were engaged in production and operation, we forgot to strengthen our own ideological construction and did not study the works of great men in depth. Here I want to apologize to everyone. As a factory director, I did not supervise well. But it is not too late to mend the fold. Starting from this week, we will organize a study session every Friday night. The students are all of you sitting here. As for the teachers, we will hire them from universities to strengthen your ideological education. Now it is certain that Huang Shengli will be shot. I hope you will take this as a warning and don't steal. Remember one thing, if you steal, you will be caught..." Yang Weihua gave a vivid anti-corruption lesson at the cadre meeting.

After the meeting, Huang Shengli was handed over to the public security organs, and what awaited him was execution.

The Ministry of Machinery Industry also received a report from the Red Star Steel Mill. It was very interested in their cadre ideological education classes and clean government construction groups, so it sent someone to study them and then promoted them throughout the Ministry of Machinery Industry. The Red Star Steel Mill was a pioneer and was commended in the ministry. Yang Weihua, as the director of the steel mill, was praised by the ministry's main leaders.

The factory sent another deputy director of the Logistics Department, Gao Yonghui, to serve as the canteen director temporarily on a part-time basis. The purchasing authority was also transferred to the Supply and Marketing Department, and was under the charge of Niu Kewu, the current deputy chief of the Supply and Marketing Section 2.

Zhang Dabiao was a little confused after receiving the notice. What was this? You guys are causing trouble, so my workload has increased? Although I don't go to the company often, I am still the section chief of the Second Supply and Marketing Section. Letting Niu Kewu take charge, isn't that letting me take charge?

Looking at Niu Kewu sitting at the door, Zhang Dabao was speechless.

"Brother Niu, the factory asked you to be in charge, not me? Just do what you should do, without telling me," said Zhang Dabao.

"That won't work. You are the section chief, and you are also the person in charge of the logistics department. Who else can I discuss this with if not you?" Niu Kewu said.

"Brother Niu, there are vegetables in government-owned enterprises and public-private joint ventures. You don't have to find someone. Isn't it better to handle official matters in a fair manner? I don't go to the factory often, so you really don't need to tell me." Zhang Dabao was speechless and thought of a solution for Niu Kewu.

"Yes, let's go to the government to avoid so much trouble. I think you have a solution, Section Chief. I'm leaving now," Niu Kewu said and left.

Damn, I've got myself into trouble. Niu Kewu, that bastard, is trying to trick me, Zhang Dabiao thought. I can't stay at home anymore. Maybe someone will come looking for me.

Thinking of this, Zhang Dabiao came to the Red Star Photography Studio. The photos he took in Yishui, Shandong Province, had not been developed yet. He needed to develop at least two sets and send one set back to Yan Jingda and others in Shandong. Nowadays, rural people don't take photos very often, especially the elderly. Taking photos is a very sacred thing. They must wash their faces, comb their hair, and change into their most decent clothes.

When the Yan family gathered together, both adults and children wore An's most respectable clothes, which was more grand than the Chinese New Year. They also wanted to stay to see him for the last time.

When developing the photos, I asked for expedited processing and paid twice as much, so that I could get the photos in two days instead of having to wait for ten days.

After leaving the photo studio, Zhang Dabao came to Chunfeng Hutong, where he placed a beard. He planned to treat people to a meal, so he invited Liang Fei and Cao Lianbiao from the police station, as well as Shi Chulai from the post office. Huang Xinsheng went to Hong Kong and no longer lived in the courtyard. Zhang Dabao was still a little worried about He Yuzhu's work, perhaps because the impression of He Yuzhu as Sha Zhu was too deeply rooted in people's minds.

If he invites Liang Fei and Cao Lianbiao, his brothers and nephews will have to make a living under their hands. Not to mention Director Shi Chulai, who is Jia Dongxu's immediate superior.

Let’s set the time for tomorrow night and let Jia Dongxu deal with the goose. Thinking of this, Zhang Dabao came to the Hongxing Police Station.

The entrance of the police station was very busy today. There were at least twenty or thirty people standing at the gate, and a stretcher was placed on the ground. Zhang Dabao walked to the front and listened to everyone's discussion. He then learned that someone had been beaten and injured. After reporting to the police, the person was not arrested but sent home. The family of the beaten person was unhappy, so they came to the police station to ask for an explanation.

"What can I do? I'm just a small director. The Municipal Bureau asked me to release him. How can I disobey the order? Han Ming is sick and mentally ill. We have a certificate issued by a regular hospital. According to the regulations, I can only release him," Liang Fei explained to the family members.

It was obvious that no one agreed with Liang Fei's point of view, and then they continued to speak loudly.

Cao Lianbiao, who was behind Liang Fei, saw Zhang Dabao in the crowd and waved to him. Zhang Dabao walked aside.

Chapter 294 Found a way to take down Deputy Director Han

"Dabao, how do you have time to come here?" Cao Lianbiao came to Zhang Dabao.

"I went to the countryside to collect a few geese, and plan to stew them in an iron pot tomorrow. Please ask you and Brother Liang to come over and try them. There are so many people here, is there something going on?" Zhang Dabao stated his purpose and signaled with his eyes at the crowd at the police station door.

"There are a lot of chaos and fights. It's not a big deal. If you beat someone up, can't you just pay some money and give him medical treatment? But some people don't want to do that. They rely on their family's power and are unwilling to give a penny. But what can people do when they are beaten?" said Cao Lianbiao.

"Are the children of officials there so arrogant?" Zhang Dabao asked curiously.

"The younger son of Han Cheng, deputy director of the Metallurgical Bureau of the Ministry of Machinery Industry, the superior unit of your steel rolling mill, beat someone. You said that your family has money and that a compensation of thirty or fifty yuan would solve the problem, but he refused to pay. How could the person who was beaten be willing if he didn't pay? So they called the police and we went to arrest him, but guess what? The Han family actually got a mental illness certificate from the hospital for Han Ming, clearly showing that they didn't want to pay. Are they all fools? You were fine yesterday, but you became a mental patient today? And they even asked Captain Qin of the Municipal Bureau to let Director Liang not interfere. What the hell is this?" Cao Lianbiao said indignantly.

"Brother Cao, whose son did you say just now, Director Han of the Metallurgical Bureau? How many Director Hans are there in the Metallurgical Bureau?" Zhang Dabao was delighted. There is an old saying that goes, 'You search high and low for something, but it finally comes to you without any effort.' Before he even went to inquire, he got the news that Director Han was looking for him.

"The Metallurgical Bureau has only one deputy director named Han. Who else could it be? You said he was also an old revolutionary, but he just can't manage his family. His reputation has been ruined by his three sons. These three guys are worse than the other, and they are extremely wicked," said Cao Lianbiao.

"Director Han doesn't care about anything? Doesn't he care about his reputation at all? He is also a senior official of the country, right?" said Zhang Dabao.

"How can he manage it? He is looking for a young wife. Director Han is a military academy graduate. Once he became an official, he abandoned his wife and children. He found a progressive female student, who even gave birth to three sons for him. As a result, as an old man with a young wife, of course he is sometimes unable to do what he wants, so sometimes his words don't count," said Cao Lianbiao with a laugh.

"Is there such a thing? There's nothing we can do about it." Zhang Dabao also laughed.

"Why don't these people go to his house to make trouble?" Zhang Dabao asked Cao Lianbiao again.

"Their home is in the compound of the ministry. How can these people get in? The guards at the door will scare them to death. To put it bluntly, they are just bullying. We are just a small police station, so they can vent their anger," said Cao Lianbiao with a sneer.

"How about you and Brother Liang also arrange for someone to stand guard?" Zhang Dabao said with a smile.

"How could we have such strength? We will just say a few words if someone says something to us. What's the big deal? Who will be there tomorrow?" Cao Lianbiao asked.

"I only invited you two. I also planned to invite Director Shi of the Post Office. You all are of similar age. If we invite some older people, it will be difficult to drink," said Zhang Dabao.

"That makes sense. Age doesn't matter. They are all leaders. How can we let them go? I only dare to drink a small cup each time," Cao Lianbiao gestured.

"You tell Brother Liang, I won't go over. I'm going to the post office and then come to my courtyard in Chunfeng Hutong tomorrow night." Zhang Dabao said the location and turned around to write it down.

I went to the post office, invited Director Shi Chulai, and then returned to Yard 95.

At the gate of the courtyard, Zhang Dabiao rode with his two crows for a while, put away his motorcycle in a secluded corner, and came to the gate of the Ministry of Machinery Industry with the two crows.

Two crows flew to the tree in front of the Mechanical Industry Department, while Zhang Dabao entered the alley opposite the staff quarters. With Han Ming's personality, he couldn't stay at home. Even though Han Ming had beaten someone up now, he was not afraid at all as he had his mother to protect him.

Of course, Deputy Director Han might also take care of it, but since Director Han is afraid of his wife, he cannot control his son. Han Ming, a troublemaker, cannot hide at home for long. He will soon come out of the compound and continue to cause trouble.

The sun was still a little hot at noon. Zhang Dabao was in the shade of the alley, observing the entrance of the Ministry of Machinery Industry's staff housing compound through the crows. Now he had a new problem: he didn't know Han Ming.

Zhang Dabao walked to the side of the alley and put on simple makeup. A fair-skinned young man in his twenties appeared. He was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, navy blue pants, and a pair of glasses. He was holding a cloth bag in his hand and came to the side of the door of the Ministry of Machinery Industry.

After waiting for about ten minutes, a young man of about sixteen or seventeen came out. Zhang Dabao called him, "Hello, little brother. I just came from the Northeast. I heard that there is a guy named Han Ming who is very interesting. Can you help me call him?" Zhang Dabao said as he handed him a box of foreign cigarettes.

"Looking for Han Ming? Is he so famous now? Is he fun? There are many people who are more fun than him. Who does he think he is? I'll find some really fun ones later. By the way, do you have money?" The young man took the cigarette, but obviously disagreed with Zhang Dabao's words.

"Finding him to play is one thing, but the main thing is that my father wants to be transferred. He has had enough of the Northeast and wants to be transferred back. I heard that Han Ming's mother can do it, right?" Zhang Dabia said in a low voice.

"My goodness, the news of Wei Jingjing accepting gifts has spread to the Northeast? Poor Uncle Han, his wise life was ruined by this woman. Can't you men just stay in the Northeast? Why do you have to take these crooked ways?" the young man said dissatisfiedly.

"The main reason is that my grandmother is old and can't adapt to the weather there. You know the winters there are too cold. If she pees outside, the urine will freeze," said Zhang Dabao.

"Is it so cold? You still have some conscience and know how to love your grandma. I've made a trip for you. You must have brought a lot of good things in your bag, right? Give me a box of cigarettes when I come out. I didn't realize you had some skills. Foreign cigarettes are rare in Beijing," the young man said again.

"No problem," Zhang Dabao agreed.

"By the way, Han Ming has some problems now, and his family may not let him out. I am only responsible for delivering the message. No matter whether Han Ming comes out or not, you must give me cigarettes," said the young man.

"Okay, they say people in Beijing are open and honest in their work. I understand that. Regardless of whether this works or not, I'll give you another pack of cigarettes," Zhang Dabao agreed.

So the young man turned around and went into the yard again. A crow standing on the sycamore tree at the gate followed him from the sky, and the other one stayed at the gate.

Chapter 295: Cut Noodles

Han Cheng was a deputy-department-level cadre. In a unit like the Ministry of Machinery Industry, he could only be considered a middle-level cadre, or even a deputy middle-level cadre. So he definitely couldn't live in a two-story building. The young man turned around and came to a few rows of tube-shaped buildings. He shouted from the bottom of the building, "Han Ming..."

At this time, a young man opened the window on the second floor and said to the young man outside, "Xiaopeng, I can't go out today."

"I'm not asking you to go out and play. I'm here to give you a message. Please tell me. It won't be good if others hear this," said the young man.

"Okay." Han Ming came down from the stairs soon, walked to a corner with the young man, and whispered a few words to him.

Han Ming's face was full of worry, and he sighed from time to time. Finally, he shook his head. The young man waved his hand and came out alone.

In fact, Zhang Dabao didn't want Han Ming to come out. He just wanted to get to know him. With such a bad guy like Han Ming around, and Han Cheng still wanting to be the director, it would be good enough for him to retire as a deputy director.

Han Ming was also about 17 or 18 years old, tall and thin, and dressed very decently, wearing a cool shirt with sleeves rolled up, black pants, and a pair of Liberation shoes. Han Ming made a good first impression, like a student. Who would have thought that he was a brutal person?

After Han Ming finished talking to the young man, he watched him leave. Only after the young man walked a long way did he turn around and go upstairs.

"Xiao Ming, who's looking for you?" Han Ming's mother asked her son quietly.

"Wang Peng from Uncle Wang's family," Han Ming sat down on the sofa and said to his mother.

"That Uncle Wang? The youngest in Vice Minister Wang's family is called Wang Peng," Wei Jingjing confirmed again.

"Isn't it him? A man came from the Northeast and wanted to find you through me. He works in a steel plant in the Northeast. He is afraid of the cold and wants to be transferred to Beijing. His bag is full of good things. He gave Wang Peng two boxes of foreign cigarettes. It seems that this man wants to invest a lot of money." Han Ming said.

"No matter how good something is, it can't get out. The man you beat was lying in front of the Hongxing Police Station this morning. If you get out, how are you going to explain it to others if they see you? Will you say that your mental illness has been cured?" Wei Jingjing said to her son.

"If you don't want to go, then don't go. What's the big deal about beating an ordinary person? Really. Can these people go where I'm going? Do they know where Lao Mo is?" Han Ming said dissatisfiedly.

"That person will definitely come again if he wants to do something. When he comes again, I will ask you to leave." Wei Jingjing also took the package that she said to her son to heart.

At the entrance of the Machinery Industry Department, Zhang Dabiao gave Wang Peng a cigarette, declined the invitation to play together, and left after waiting for a while. However, the two crows arranged their tasks. One was monitoring Han Ming to see when he would come out, and the other followed Wang Peng. Zhang Dabiao also wanted to know where these people were going to play and what they were going to play.

After passing through the alley, he came to the street and arrived at an abandoned yard. When he came out, Zhang Dabao had already changed his clothes, took out the motorcycle from the space, and then returned to the yard.

"Dongxu, go to Chunfeng Hutong early tomorrow afternoon. There is a goose left there. Go and clean it up early. I have an appointment with Director Shi for dinner," said Zhang Dabao when he saw Jia Dongxu resting in the backyard.

"No problem, Uncle Qi, can I bring some dishes or something?" Jia Dongxu asked.

"Bring some potatoes and some peppers, both red and green. This time, it's for young people to eat, and there are no old people or children. You can add some peppers. It tastes spicy," Zhang Dabao thought for a while and said to Jia Dongxu.

"I like spicy food, and I felt like something was missing when I ate goose last time," said Jia Dongxu.

"Why don't you do it this time?" Zhang Dabao asked Jia Dongxu with a smile.

"No, I have to wait and see. There are still a lot of geese in the yard." Jia Dongxu refused. He had no confidence in his craftsmanship.

"Dad, what did you say?" It was at this time that Banggeng came back and heard Jia Dongxu's last words.

"What do I mean? Your seventh uncle wants to invite Director Shi and others for dinner, and asked me to stew a goose. I'm not very good at it, and I'm afraid I can't do it well. He said I can do it next time. Is there anything wrong with that?" Jia Dongxu said loudly to his son.

"That's not it. What do you mean by there are still a lot in the yard? Do you want to eat the geese in the yard? Don't you know that I keep these geese for laying eggs? I'll tell grandma when she comes back and let her deal with you," Banggeng said angrily.

"I'm going to deal with you now," Jia Dongxu said angrily.

Zhang Dabao grabbed him and said, "Banggeng is still a child. Why are you doing the same thing as him? Let me teach you how to make knife-cut noodles. Instead of beating the child, you might as well learn something," Zhang Dabao said.

"Knife-cut noodles, is there a way to eat noodles like this?" Jia Dongxu's attention was diverted.

"You're not happy when I say you're ignorant. Knife-cut noodles have a long history. Don't you like listening to the stories in The Romance of Sui and Tang Dynasties? This kind of noodles was invented by a character in the book," Zhang Dabao said to Jia Dongxu while waving at Banggeng. Seeing this, Banggeng went to the cross-yard, took out a sickle, and left with the basket on his back.

"A character in the book? Could it be Cheng Yaojin? He loves eating the most," said Jia Dongxu.

"It's not Cheng Yaojin, it's Chai Shao, Princess Pingyang's man. He invented it. It looks like a willow leaf, smooth on the outside and chewy on the inside. It's soft but not sticky. The more you chew it, the more fragrant it becomes. Go get the noodles, I'll tell you the secret." Zhang Dabao liked Jia Dongxu's eagerness to learn.

Jia Dongxu had always been a poor student in the steel mill, which gave Yi Zhonghai a headache, but there was nothing he could do. Yi Zhonghai wanted to train Jia Dongxu to be a senior technician, but he did not expect that not only did he fail to become a senior technical worker, but he stayed at the position of a first-level worker for seven years, making him a legend in the steel mill and bringing shame to Yi Zhonghai.

If you can't be a high-level technical worker, being a high-level chef is also good. At least you won't starve to death.

"One pound of noodles and three ounces of water..." Zhang Dabao wrote a tutorial on knife-cut noodles from Baidu Encyclopedia and gave it to Jia Dongxu, then went to make some meat stew himself.

The water in the big iron pot boiled. Zhang Dabao put a piece of noodles in his hand, demonstrated to Jia Dongxu, and started to cut them with a kitchen knife. At this time, He Yuzhu, Xu Damao and others were standing not far away and watching. The noodles in Zhang Dabao's hand kept flying out with the knife and fell into the big pot. After a while, a piece of noodles was cut, and Zhang Dabao put the washed rapeseed in it, scooped out bowls of it, and put his own marinade on it.

"Let Dongxu peel another piece of noodles so that everyone can have a taste," Zhang Dabao said to the people gathered around him.